An Office, Rotterdam, Tuesday Late Afternoon

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A couple of hours after Peter had finally gone to bed, Suriyawong had knocked on his door and cleared his throat. Ah, right: any urge to flop around like a pathetic, whiny whale, the way he might have done two years ago, that would have to wait. There was work to be done

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[\o/ Also, you're doing an amazing job with this canon, bb.]